User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140724190409/@comment-2246928-20140802002039

''The crew gingerly pass by the wine-bleeding tree, one or two of them giving it sad looks as they follow the marten Zakrav. Several longs hours pass by uneventfully until a weasel trods over a fallen branch, snagging his foot on it. The weasel curses, dropping down onto his rump to nurse the wounded appendage as his crewmates. Vemrin groans impatiently, looking viciously about the increasingly thick woodland "Aaagh! We ain't gettin' nowhere! Lost, 'ungry, Riggtooth's dead, Thangra's foot cut open! This is sodding useless''!" The ferret turns, venting his frustration by trampling a small patch of mushrooms, smashing them to bits beneath his pawpads.